A mid life memoir of an African first-born daughter
Welcome to bits of my story
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5. Death hovering over my family and what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?
It has been a busy couple of years since we came back home and I am officially a teenager. We are now 4 siblings and I couldn’t be happier to… Read more ⇢
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4. Hanging with the rich kids and noticing my inferiority complex for the first time
I have struggled quite a bit for getting started with this one, feeling like having a storyteller block as I have been so emotional every time I thought about my… Read more ⇢
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3. So many people, so lonely and those shorts are mine!
The year 1995 is sort of a blur, more like a mix of too many events and so much happening that I felt like drowning in the events and people… Read more ⇢
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2. A chipped tooth and my chances of being chosen down the drain…
So this is the year 1994 and we are back home, although having a home was kind of a hustle. After war countries are tricky, especially if you come back… Read more ⇢
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1. The story of my family as I know it
Before diving deep into the teenage years, I would like to layout a bit of my family history as I have it in my mind and touch the surface of… Read more ⇢
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Introduction
Hi there, my name is Bella, I am 40 years old and my emotional age feels like that of a 13 year old although my mental age could be evaluated… Read more ⇢
A mid life memoir of an African first-born daughter 